"Jimmy." He said cooly, his cigarette hanging slightly in his mouth as he put the carton back in it's proper spot. "Sounds like that poor Stefan bastard you were talking to and I are in the same boat or some shit." He attempted to make conversation, an area he normally failed in when he got outside of his little crowd. Why did he even bother? It's not like this woman gave a fuck about him.
He took another long drag, sighing out the smoke. "Listen, I don't know what you're doing here but you sure as hell seem outta place. It ain't smart for pretty girls like you to hang out in dark alleyways where miserable sons of bitchs like me hang out."